First off, I'd like to give a big WB to the Headbanger's Ball!!!!!!!! Yes, all you faithful metalheads, the Ball is back! Woot!! Ok now on to the obligitory "I fucking hate my job moment" Today I was ringing up a lady and she paid with a credit card, and of course I had to check her signature, well she just went off on me. She's all "No you didn't!" and I'm all "What?" "No you didn't just check my signature" "Uh I have to" "No, you don't. That's embarrasing, especially if I'm a regular customer. and someone does that to me, I'm never coming back here!" So here I am thinking "What the fuck did I just do wrong?! What would be embarrassing, getting your signature checked, or someone using you fucking card?!And as far as you never coming back, I think I'll be able to sleep tonight, you bratty little bitch" I cannot believe this shit. Here I am doing my fucking job and she gets pissed off about it. Whatever fuck it. I got an interesting email, this guy named Robert, who knows Torment emailed me and asked if he could post my poems on his website. Of course I said yes, cos what if a lot of people visit his site, ya know? He sent me a poem of his and I asked if I could post it here, so be on the lookout for that soon. I did however tell him that even though he said he'd give me the credit, that I would need to see it, and if I'm not given the credit I'll be *very* pissed off, I've also said to him that he'd get credit for his work and if he needed proof I'd provide him with a link here. Anyhow, I'm off for now Triv time! Woooooottttttt!!!!!!